January 11, 2015 By 0 Comments

There is something about an hourglass; something about the passage of time and sand. Ashes to ashes – dust particles falling through cracks, seeing time as a tangible thing that we lose. Watching it fall away. It feels like real loss.  And flipping an hourglass over. I don’t think of it like a refresh. I just see us losing the same things over and over again. 

This is me. Christine Jean. 
Photographer/Writer/ Swiss Army Knife